Picked Up A Husband For Farming - Chapter 400 - 400 Matchmaking Banquet

MC (female protagonist) dies in a plane crash and wakes up in the body of a beautiful but corrupt and lascivious prime minister in ancient times, Zhang Qinglian. As circumstances decree, he (she) cannot reveal that the original owner’s soul is gone else calamity might occur. So he (she) decides to walk a righteous path, determined to help the lovely but simple little emperor rule the country. Not backing down after facing torture, not losing courage, destroying rebellions and facing off with scheming princes.

Yan Sagawa is the top academic master in the world of Conan, known as a national treasure talent.

No one knows that he is actually a time traveler, carrying the most powerful Xueba system.

But he also has troubles recently, and he has awakened a second system — the Great Onmyoji system.

Whether to believe in science and become the father of all mankind or believe in theology to become the god who controls reincarnation, this is a question

. . .

After thinking for a long time, he decided that he wanted them all!

Conan: This is impossible murder! Is there really a ghost?

Sagawa Yan looked at the shikigami flying in the sky and smiled without saying a word.

Kidd: What kind of magic is this, how could you hide it from my eyes.

Sagawa said: This is science, you scumbag

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An Yan was forced to resign due to rebelling against the company’s unspoken rules.

In an accident, she not only awakened her female supporting consciousness, but also bound a super powerful beauty system.

Miserable female supporting group? Ah! Why?

She doesn’t believe it anymore, holding the beauty system in her hand, she still can’t walk a bright road!

【Ding! Task 1: Ask the host to sell 100 copies of ancient rose balm. 】

[Ding, the mission is completed! Reward the secret recipe of ‘Lifting Fragrance Bubble Ball’, ask the host to sell 1,000 copies. 】

[Ding, congratulations to the host for achieving the reputation achievement of “emerging”, rewarding the host with a permanent “beautiful figure” waist. 】

[Ding, task 5…]

Netizen 1: My God! What kind of magical product is this? After using rose balm, the skin of the whole body is smooth and tender, it is simply rejuvenating the skin!

Netizen 2: Damn it! Anjia’s beauty products are truly unique, and every beauty product is worth investing in, so Amway!

Netizen 3: What? Anjia’s beauty products are out of stock again? Let’s be individuals, if you can’t buy it again, your girlfriend will become someone else’s.

The sunspots looked contemptuous: A product from a small workshop can whiten skin in a week? Half a month can lose weight? Hair growth in a month? Liar ghosts, only fools are fooled!

Later sunspots: I beg the boss to order more goods!

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An Yan did not expect that after opening the beauty workshop, not only changed the tragic fate of the control group, but also became famous and rich all over the world!

As the man behind the rich woman, a certain professor rolled up his sleeves: What should I cook today?

[Grassroots School Mingyan Internet Celebrity Master vs Academic School Wen Run TCM Professor]

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.